Page 44 of Forgotten Sacrifice

Gripping my phone so tightly I nearly break the case, I send Luna a message.

Get your ass home NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Pacing back and forth, rage wafts off me like cheap cologne. Exactly thirty seven minutes pass before Luna graces me with her presence.

Closing the door behind her, she says sheepishly, “Vince?—”

“You know what bad debt is,piccola?”

Luna shakes her head with confusion. “No?”

“Credit advanced to a debtor that’s unrecoverable. The debtor is unable to pay, or it’s not worth my time trying to collect, to name two examples. It’s a risk of operating on credit, sure, but when a debt becomes bad, I have to eat those losses,” I explain. “Do you know what happens to the debtor when I have to eat those losses?”

“They die,” she whispers, her emerald eyes dilated with fear.

“Mm-hum.” I advance as she backpedals, bumping into the door. Wrapping my hand around her neck, I warn her, “You’re teetering dangerously close to the bad debt column.”

She reaches up, trying to pry my hand away, and that’s when I see it.

“Take your dress off,” I snap.

“What?” she gasps.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.” I give her neck a squeeze before releasing her.

Luna moves her shaky hands and lifts her dress up and over her head, clutching it to her chest.

I yank her arms down by the wrists, revealing an illegal bikini, her full tits nearly spilling out from every angle. Mynostrils flaring, I snap my eyes to the bandage on her ribcage. Peeling it off with my other hand, I expect to find cut marks, but instead it’s a tattoo.

“Vince.” Luna breathes my name, her face flush.

“I hope your little furlough was worth it, because you’re on lockdown from here on out.” I spin on my heel and storm out of the room.

Slamming my bedroom door, I run my hands over my face in frustration. My dick is hard. Not just hard, butpainfullyhard.

Pacing back and forth, I realize it’s been too long since I’ve gotten laid.That has to be it.

I grab my phone, texting Sophie to come over.

Sorry, I can’t tonight.

“Fuck!”

I storm to the bathroom, stripping as I turn on the shower. Not waiting for the water to warm up, I step inside, hoping the frigid temperature will shock some sense into my dick.

Leaning my forehead against the tile, I groan at the unbidden image of Luna in her string bikini. Nipples jutting out of the thin material. Face flush. Bratty little mouth so plump and defiant. I haven’t been able to shut her up so far, but I bet my dick shoved down her throat would do the trick.

Squirting a blob of shower gel in my hand, I stroke my throbbing dick up and down, getting nice and lubed up as I close my eyes…

“Vince.” Luna’s throaty voice has my dick jumping. I turn around to find her in the shower with me, wearing that illegal bikini. Water rains down on her, and the material is now plastered to her perfect tits, those rosy nipples tempting me. “I’m sorry.”

“Apologize like you mean it.”

Her eyes wide, she asks, “How?”

“On your knees.”

She doesn’t hesitate, falling to her knees and looking up at me with those big emerald eyes of hers.